I fumbled with the pack of cigarettes. The stupid packaging made it impossible to break into, or maybe it was just the fact that my hands were shaking. In one last desperate attempt, I used my teeth and tore the package open. Finally, I put the filter tip between my lips and lit the end. Drawing in a deep breath, I let the sweet smoke coat my lungs and settle my nerves. It had been sixteen years since I’d given in to the white devil stick, and at that very moment I couldn’t for the life of me wonder why I’d ever considered giving it up.
“I thought you said you were going to quit that shit.” Niccola shook his head in disappointment as he leaned over the railing of the patio. “What’s going on with you?”
“Mind your business, Nicco.” I couldn’t handle that he had the same annoying mannerisms
